Chapter 932 Give You a Recommendation Letter
Lyra didn't want to ask the association for help. She knew Jeffery couldn't stand those people, so she kept her distance, too.
She hesitated before speaking, "There's gotta be another way..."
Her voice was uncertain, even to herself.
Jeffery saw her expression and knew she didn't have a backup plan. He sighed softly, "I figured it would come to this."
Then, his tone became resolute, "Don't worry about the recommendation letter. I'll write it."
"Really?"
Lyra's eyes lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed. She waved her hand nervously, "But... It's too much trouble for you. You've already helped me so much..."
Jeffery cut her off, his tone firm, "We're friends now. What's a little trouble between friends?"
With that, all the gloom in Lyra's heart vanished.
The problem of the recommendation letter was solved just like that.
To take care of Jeffery, she decided to stay and even took over the nanny's duties.
Outside the kitchen, the nanny watched Lyra, who was tying on an apron, with a face full of hesitation. "Ms. Cole, are you sure you want to do this yourself?"
It wasn't that she didn't trust her, but Jeffery's stomach was particularly delicate now. Even she, an experienced nutritionist, didn't dare to cook casually. She looked at Lyra's well-manicured hands, which clearly had no kitchen experience, and couldn't help but advise, "Let me handle it. You're not suited for the heavy fumes of the kitchen."
Lyra deftly tied up her long hair and turned back with a smile, "It's okay, I'm used to it."
Her words hid so much past hardship and helplessness, but now she could say it with a smile. The sleepless nights of the past seemed truly behind her.
The nanny was slightly stunned.
In that moment of distraction, Lyra was already ready. The apron was tied neatly, her hair was tied up high, and her eyes were focused, ready to start.
"Don't worry," she reassured, seeing through the nanny's concerns, "I won't make anything hard to digest. I'm a doctor too, I know what I'm doing."
The nanny finally breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a bit embarrassed, realizing her thoughts had been seen through by this young woman.
Lyra didn't mind. The nanny's caution proved her dedication to Jeffery. With someone like her around, Lyra could leave with peace of mind in the future.
Considering Jeffery's weak stomach, she decided to make a pot of the most nourishing chicken soup.
However, the simpler the dish, the more it showed the cook's care. A good pot of chicken soup was not just about throwing chicken into boiling water.
From skimming the foam with patience to controlling the heat for hours, every step required care. For Lyra, who was used to being self-reliant, this patience and focus in making soup for someone she cared about was second nature.
She used a whole chicken, prepared in the traditional way, simmering it slowly in a clay pot. After a few hours, the soup turned a clear golden color, and the rich aroma filled the house. She added just a pinch of salt and a few slices of ginger to enhance the flavor, preserving the pure taste of the chicken soup.
When Jeffery came downstairs, he was greeted by the rich, comforting aroma that instantly soothed his stomach. In the white porcelain bowl, the golden chicken soup was clear, with only a few drops of glistening chicken fat floating on top, the aroma wafting up.
Despite having no appetite, the warm, inviting soup stirred his hunger.
As Jeffery took the first sip, his slight hunger magnified.
The rich, savory soup slid down his throat, spreading warmth from his stomach to his entire body, dispelling all the discomfort of illness. The chicken was so tender it melted in his mouth. Jeffery unknowingly drank two large bowls of soup and ate quite a bit of chicken.
Only when he felt a long-missed, perfect sense of fullness did he put down his spoon, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "The soup is excellent."
The nanny smiled from the side, "This was Ms. Cole's idea. Despite being a nutritionist, I didn't think of such a homely method. Today, we have Ms. Cole to thank."
Lyra smiled modestly, "It's just a common family recipe. When I was little and had no appetite, my mother would make this for me, and I could always eat a lot. So I thought I'd try it, and it worked."
The nanny kept praising her humility.
Jeffery's gaze fell on the table, a wave of warmth washing over him. This bowl of chicken soup might not compare to any gourmet dish from a five-star hotel, but the heartfelt warmth it brought was unique. This sentiment made him feel incredibly content.
"Thank you," Jeffery said seriously, looking at her.
Lyra was taken aback, quickly waving her hand, "I just did a little thing, no need to thank me."
Compared to everything Jeffery had done for her, she felt her efforts were insignificant.
But Jeffery etched this kindness deeply into his heart. He looked at Lyra, saying nothing more, but he silently vowed to do everything in his power to help her get into graduate school.
Two days later, Jeffery, feeling better, set off back to Willow Creek. There were countless matters waiting for him there.
Before leaving, he handed Lyra a thick, worn leather-bound notebook.
"These are my medical notes from over the years, with some of my insights. Take a look when you have time."
His tone was casual, as if he was handing over an ordinary book, not the life's work of a top doctor.
Lyra was stunned. Holding the notebook, she felt a sense of responsibility.
"This... this is too important... I can't take it!" She instinctively tried to return the notebook.
"Are you serious about grad school?" Jeffery's eyes turned stern, his voice colder, "If you are, then keep it. The contents will be useful to you."
"But..."
Seeing her hesitation, Jeffery's expression softened, "Since I promised to write you a recommendation letter, consider me half your mentor. I can't be in Willow Creek to guide you all the time, so this is the best I can give you."
His words struck a chord in Lyra's heart. Looking at Jeffery's sincere expression, she finally nodded firmly, clutching the notebook tightly.
"I won't let you down."
After Jeffery left, Lyra studied even harder. She carried the notebook everywhere, integrating Jeffery's insights with her own knowledge.
As the exam day approached, she felt increasingly confident.
However, an unexpected visitor arrived before the exam.
"Lyra!" Mia rushed into the clinic, out of breath, "Someone's here to see you!"
"Is it a patient?" Lyra asked, puzzled.
Mia shook her head vigorously, too out of breath to speak, leaning on the table to catch her breath.
Lyra quickly got up, gently patting her back, "Don't rush, take your time."
Finally, Mia caught her breath and blurted out, "You need to go outside! It's... It's Ruben! He said Dr. Adams wants to see you!"
Lyra's mind went blank. After a long moment, she slowly came to her senses, a wave of nervousness washing over her.
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